Compassion

Maybe at first

it wasn"t my goal,

but eventually I

became so engulfed.

How could I ignore

the faces alone

dripping and

broken and

scarred to the soul.

Why must they suffer

while I sit at home

safe in my bed

to become fully grown.

I need to go out

they need somebody's help,

I can't sit any longer

while they suffer through hell.

I'm preparing for battle

though not with guns,

I'm preparing for battle

which I might not come back from.

I'm becoming stronger

so they'll have someone to hold.

I can't sit any longer

while they suffer through hell.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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